. . . the steady fall of sundrops
paint my days to gold
come fly !
come dance above the earth
let’s float on sunbeams
as they wander to hidden resting places
in these velvet moments . . .
Clerk
death comes to us all
sinners & saviors
in quiet or in torment
of riches or of dire poverty
to young as well as old
thru planning & by chance.
live in the Now !
enjoy its offering
as you choose
Copyright 2005 njTare
